YEAH!

This town is going under.

The temperature's through the floor

Your fingers are turning black

There’s a crisis knocking at your door

One nine seven seven

One nine seven seven

You had better try to make it home

The snow is getting too deep to drive

your car might be your coffin

One nine seven seven

One nine seven seven

We’re never gonna see the summer,

This season is coming, long and hard.

Yeah this town is going under

This season's going to kill us all.

Catch the snowflakes little children

Count them as they bury you alive

Count them as they choke the road ways

A blizzard's coming in the year punk died

One nine seven seven

This season has left us all helpless

I can't see and even God is blind

And deaf to all your prayers

One nine seven seven

One nine seven seven

There’s nothing that you can do

The weathers stronger than us all

The sky is going to crush you

One nine seven seven

One nine seven seven

This season’s growing cold

I fear that this could be the end

There’s no sign of hope

We’ve got a crisis on our hands.

The junkie is stuck indoors

pretty soon he’s gonna need a fix

but the weather’s not gonna let him

He's starting to get the itch

The season’s holding us all hostage

Better do whatever it demands

Nature knows that we've got a crisis

Weighing on our frost bitten hands

(One)

There’s nothing that you can do

The sky is gonna crush you.

(Nine)

There’s nothing that you can do

The sky is gonna crush you.

(Seven)

There’s nothing that you can do

The sky is gonna crush you.

(Seven)

There’s nothing that you can do

The sky is gonna crush you.

This season’s growing cold

I fear that this could be the end

And there’s no sign of hope

We’ve got a crisis on our hands.